I want a boyfriend who’s going to read my poetry!
I don’t want him to be mean
At least he never is to me
But I’m happy he has thoughts
About my poetry
About the giant baby taking over my bed
About her dad who fights for the space in my head
About the job I barely have
It’s two jobs it’s two jobs I barely have

He’s 50/50

I don’t want him to be mean
At least he doesn’t seem so to me
I wish he’d read my poetry

I’m sorry if it misunderstood you
I’m sorry if it hurt you
It never meant to

I wish you would read my poetry

as unsparing as glass hung to mirror is--

in the cold cast monologue of eyes,

the faces of years never purveyed

true reflection.

so there is no preparing to meet it

in another's eyes who see themselves,

as you see yourself for the first time.

whereupon the light of day clears its

space overhung with veils, exposing

those eyes.

momentarily struck dead by the force

of their essential seeing--what played

haunted host to the lighting  of a

lifetime.

suddenly stares back--one sees one's

reflection, a shock only Love can absorb.

O this grillo cricket singing.
It's heart out.
all the night long!.
 Mystical creature so loud.
               reciting it's mating song.
                     Lonesome as me it is!
                Can't **** it though.
                I feed it veggies instead
       It's good luck to sweep it.
away and bad to harm it
It keeps me.
thinking of that old.
Grasshopper mine.
     that blue green
            mind bending.
                      eyed wearing.
                             its purely gold.
                                crown.                          ­           enamoring me.
           O how it did it!
Oh how he wrote!.
             King grasshopper mine
                       wore his gold mask
                    sparkled with song
   All night long!
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By: Karijinbba